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The Weather Outside Is Frightful
Apr. 13th, 2004 12:39 amAt some point, if it's okay with everyone, I would like it to stop snowing.
*sigh*
*sigh*
Apr. 13th, 2004
Desktop goodness
Apr. 13th, 2004 04:55 amHave I mentioned how much I love my desktop image?
It's a detail of a mural I ran across in New York City one morning last summer; fortunately I had my camera. I love the superposition of the softness of the woman's face and the brick.
As I mentioned before, it was farking well snowing, quite hard, when I walked home from work tonight. I attempted to compensate by using the leftover hamburger I remembered was in the freezer to make a greasy, juicy, evil, baseball-sized bacon cheeseburger, which I topped with sun-dried tomatos and ketchup and mustard and mayonnaise and washed down with a Sprecher's Root Beer. My stomach protests a bit, but it was awfully tasty.
We received promo materials (finally) for The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra tonight. ("Do you realize what this could mean for science? This could lead to amazing advances in the field of science!") I attached the endlessly amusing trailer to The United States of Leland, and have earmarked one of the posters for my personal collection. We also got a stack of postcards, of which I purloined a half dozen; beware, my correspondents! All of this means, I hope, that we are indeed going to screen it at some point. I'm considering coordinating with the Smithee Award people, who will be in Ann Arbor on the 24th; perhaps some sort of ticket raffle would go over well.
(Hmph. Our Commander-in-Chimp is preempting 24 tomorrow night for a press conference, which is presumably some sort of damage control re: the 9/11 memo. Grr. All I ask, really, is one TV show each night that I can unwind to.)
It's a detail of a mural I ran across in New York City one morning last summer; fortunately I had my camera. I love the superposition of the softness of the woman's face and the brick.
As I mentioned before, it was farking well snowing, quite hard, when I walked home from work tonight. I attempted to compensate by using the leftover hamburger I remembered was in the freezer to make a greasy, juicy, evil, baseball-sized bacon cheeseburger, which I topped with sun-dried tomatos and ketchup and mustard and mayonnaise and washed down with a Sprecher's Root Beer. My stomach protests a bit, but it was awfully tasty.
We received promo materials (finally) for The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra tonight. ("Do you realize what this could mean for science? This could lead to amazing advances in the field of science!") I attached the endlessly amusing trailer to The United States of Leland, and have earmarked one of the posters for my personal collection. We also got a stack of postcards, of which I purloined a half dozen; beware, my correspondents! All of this means, I hope, that we are indeed going to screen it at some point. I'm considering coordinating with the Smithee Award people, who will be in Ann Arbor on the 24th; perhaps some sort of ticket raffle would go over well.
(Hmph. Our Commander-in-Chimp is preempting 24 tomorrow night for a press conference, which is presumably some sort of damage control re: the 9/11 memo. Grr. All I ask, really, is one TV show each night that I can unwind to.)
Size matters not!
Apr. 13th, 2004 03:55 pmThe world's oldest mouse, a resident of Ann Arbor, just turned four. More amusingly, his name is Yoda.
Somewhat disturbingly, he lives in a cage with a girl mouse named Princess Leia. Here's a cute picture of Yoda sniffing Princess Leia:
Somewhat disturbingly, he lives in a cage with a girl mouse named Princess Leia. Here's a cute picture of Yoda sniffing Princess Leia: